I Feel That If I Can Show

I Like Pushing Boundaries.

All You Care About Is How Punk Rock You Feel When You Wake Up In The Morning.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

People That Are Obsessed With Hating You, Feel Flattered. Their Whole Lives Revolve Around You.

It's Sort Of Like My Past Is An Unfinished Painting, And As The Artist Of That Painting, I Must Fill In All The Ugly Holes And Make It Beautiful Again.